Luyện nghe bài hát Money

Yeah up

Nigga want hundeds, hundeds,
I need money money
want hundeds, hundeds, hundeds
Nigga I need money money
Nigga want hundeds hundeds
want money money money

1]
The biggest fast time is rhyme the crime
Its been the same man since the became mine
I spot one of these at the same time
like Snoop Dogg back in eighty-nine
Do I give a fuck, no I have
I just my weed and take a bubble bath
I laugh at these niggaz, I aint mad at you
Cause of you niggaz cant even fuck with me
I'm on it cause I'm so fucking
And every town I roll through I leave my G prints
LBC, now that's I represent, can ya feel it (Eastside)
I'm hotter a batch of fish grease in a skillet
I wanna say what up to all the G's, the killas, and the ballers, and the
See where I'm from you either rate us, us or steal us
And right about now all the cap peelers feel us

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2]
Money, is everything
It's the crack to the
It's the king to the
It reigns
It's the crop to the (say what)
a po man, no man, its everybodys dream
Money, mo money, get
But make sure you know your folks don't get funny
Everybody claiming that they down on luck
I'm fresh dressed like a million bucks
I throw on my socks with my all gold chucks
Now lets see one of my trucks we gone use today
To slide away, (where we going) to Snoop World mother U.S.A
Its all a dream, and can come true
If it happen for me, it can happen for you
Meech the beach, he keep shit cracking
And everything he guaranteed to go platinum

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3]
Ya got to cash to make it these days
And you can make at one of a hundred different ways
You can holler at the Meech and get a dope track
And write you a rap, and try to get you to
Or you could stand on the streets and holler and
You can throw up insane, crip or one nine
I chose DP cause financially money money that's all a nigga see
See to get it, is to have it, interstate, maintain, don't get broke and the game
You might catch me in Brooklyn man hanging out my sons and god sons, cause it's a blood thing
Or you can catch me in Oakland, or I be on my way back to the west coast
Still smoking, with a of that shit
Waiting for me at the crib my dogs my wife and my two kids, getting money

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[Ad libs over
For all the niggaz out there their money
is the root of all evil huh
You know
I mean, we already in hell
So fuck, get money man
I look at shit this:
The mother fuckers don't got money, they doing bad
and they don't give a fuck and rob they steal they kill
And the mother that got money, they depressed
you know they enjoy it
So I mean, whats your
you wanna with it our without it, shit I'm bout it
I got to it, you feel me

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